Olympian Gods by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Olympian gods, mark now my bedside lamp

Blown out; and be advised too late that he

Whom you call sire is stolen into the camp

Of warring Earth, and lies abed with me . Call out your golden hordes, the harm is done:

Enraptured in his great embrace I lie; Shake heaven with spears, but I shall bear a son

Branded with godhead, heel and brow and thigh.

Whom think not to bedazzle or confound

With meteoric splendours or display

Of blackened moons or suns or the big sound

Of sudden thunder on a silent day; Pain and compassion shall he know, being mine,-

Confusion never, that is half divine.